The Inmates are Running the Asylum

Yes, indeedy they are. Hamburger day is always busy, but then the boss shows up and wants to chat, and the QC people for the company show up and that's a time suck...Then there's a drama production for lower school so they need lunches early, but come in even earlier than they should...It was 3PM before dishes were done and paperwork is yet to be done...

It's a two-martini night. Dirty. Two olives.

Rain on My Parade

Fridays are generally a good day. Especially on a pay week. Everyone is happy, even the kids. After all, it's Sloppy Joe day, what could be bad about that? Unless it's raining...and raining...and raining. Unless the patch on the roof doesn't hold and the rain comes through the roof of the dining hall. Unless your hood system starts to sound like a car with a troubled transmission. But the show must go on, there are still kids to feed. So you hang on and hope they can get it fixed over the weekend and you go on home. You live to fight another day. Sometimes I meet other chefs, and when they hear about what I do, they chuckle and say what a cushy job I have. I want to slap those people. Because they can close shop and go home. I cannot. They have to worry about the occasional visit from a health inspector. I have two health inspectors. They do payroll and orders and some accounting. I have audits, corporate visits, payroll, orders and flashes.

If this is cushy, I don't want to see hard.